Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Adopting the weird kid pt.2 (Tommy and SBI)

Tommy's POV:

"So, I know this is going to be a lot to process in one go," Christ started, and I didn't like the start of his sentence so I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair. "It's okay, I promise Tom. It's a good thing."

"I'll make my own judgement on that."

"Okay, well a family wants to adopt you."

"Already?! How? Why?"

"They are on our system for wanting to adopt for a while. But they wanted to adopt the right kid. And you've got to meet them first and they are loads of checks to all go through. But they think you are the right kid Tom."

"Have they had their sanity checked recently?"

"Come on now man, are you not happy?"

"It's different, and I wouldn't see you. But I wouldn't have to deal with all the kids, and maybe they might pick me up from school."

"Sounds alright doesn't it?"

"Can I meet them first?"

"Of course, I'm not sending you there until you are completely ready for it, okay?"

"Thanks Chris."

"It's no problem. Now would you like to go back upstairs to finish your food, you've barely touched it?"

"Yes please." I mumbled, already thinking of how everything could be different. Overthinking about it all.

"Would you be okay to see them this weekend Tom?"

"Sure?" I shrugged.

"Good, you're free to go."

"Chris?"

"Yea?" He looked at me expectantly as I stood in the doorway, holding my plate.

"You will still check in on me right?" He nodded with a smile, so I did the same and went back upstairs to my room. But his lack of a verbal answer told me everything I needed to know. He wanted to, but at some point he would be too busy and it would stop. That was okay, maybe the family would be nice and I wouldn't need Chris. Or I wouldn't need him quite as much.

Time skip to the next morning:

I woke up to one of the women who looks after us knocking at my door. Sloppily, I chucked some clothes on, grabbed a breakfast bar from the kitchen and then went to the office.

"Tom rub that sleep from your eyes please. The family will be here soon." I did as she ask and finished off the rest of my breakfast bar, shoving the wrapper into the pocket of my jeans. I pulled up the hood of my jumper and tried to use it to hide from the lights that were in the office. They were bright with a yellow tinge, and made a horrible sound with all the electricity running through them. The only thing keeping me sane was that Chris was going to be here soon. Because he was assigned as my social worker he had to be there for when I met them, and if I decided to go to their house or go out somewhere with them, he would be there too. To be honest with you, I was quite happy about that.

There was a knock of the office door, Chris walked in. His shirt was creased, his jeans were crumpled and his backpack was only swung over one of his shoulders. But he had a smile on his face and he looked like he cared. Mum always taught me to get to know someone before I made a decision about them, I'm glad I stuck to it.

"Morning Tom!"

"Hello Chris."

"Phil and his sons will be here any minute. Shall I run through some basic facts about them for you." He said, making himself a coffee using the kettle in the corner before coming to sit down next to me. I nodded quietly, tapping my foot through anxiety. "Okay then." He got a file out of a drawer in the corner of the office and the lady left us alone. "So Phil's a great guy, I've met him loads of times. Super caring and patient. Just don't test his limits, but I know you won't Tom, don't worry. He's got 2 sons, Techno and Wilbur. Techno is adopted, Wilbur is his biological son. God, let me think, Techno must be 21 now, I worked with him once or twice when he was in the system. Says here that Wilbur is 19."